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At 7:00 AM, at the main gate of the Cherry Blossom Garden Campus of Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology.

The school gate was crowded with people, and many art students dressed in avant-garde and trendy clothes gathered in groups of three or five.

Looking up, the U8 slowly slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road, and the passenger door popped open.

Xu An'an quickly kissed Wang Ye on the cheek, leaving a faint peach lipstick mark, and then got out of the car.

Wang Ye pulled out a tissue and wiped his cheek.

Wang Ye turned the car around and sped northwest along the Fourth Ring Road.

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the drop-off point near the west gate of Peking University.

The ancient-style red walls and green tiles of Yan Garden are nestled under the shade of ginkgo trees.

Most of the Peking University students coming and going were in a hurry, carrying the calm and scholarly air unique to top universities.

The car came to a stop.

Su Qingyan put away her book and opened the car door.

Before getting off the bus, she turned around, leaned forward, and a faint, cool fragrance wafted over her.

Su Qingyan said in a clear voice, "It's the first day of school today, so don't talk back to the teacher."

"If I finish class early this afternoon, I'll take the subway to Kede to find you."

Wang Ye raised his eyebrows.

"A distinguished female graduate from Peking University condescending to come to our private undergraduate institution for a work inspection?"

"I'm afraid our principal will get so excited that he'll lay out a red carpet all the way to Daxing Airport."

Su Qingyan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, a faint smile blooming on her lips like melting snow.

He never utters a serious word.

"Let's go, drive carefully on the road."

Su Qingyan closed the car door, picked up a simple canvas bag in one hand, and stepped into the campus in the morning light.

That elegant and slender figure drew the attention of countless top students from prestigious universities.

After seeing off his two female confidantes, Wang Ye leaned back in his leather seat and stretched.

"Mission accomplished."

"Now it's my turn to experience college life."

I stepped on the gas, looked up and saw the U8 roaring all the way to Da Ke De College.

……

A week later.

10:10 a.m.

The second floor of the Media Training Building at the Kede College of Capital Normal University is the Film Analysis and Audiovisual Training Hall for Master Directors.

The classroom is a full 200 square meters, with tiered seating arranged around it.

Directly in front is a huge professional-grade 4K movie projection soft screen, with a full set of professional film and television lighting tracks hanging on both sides.

In the center of the podium stood a control panel and an expensive high-definition video monitor.

Today's class is a core professional course for both freshman classes in the Directing Department, titled "Fundamentals of Film and Television Audiovisual Language and Directing Scene Misdirection".

The classroom was already filled with more than forty students.

The fourteen boys from the directing class huddled in a corner of the front row near the aisle.

Zhou Xiaomeng, Zhao Siyu, and Lin Chuchu sat in the middle.

Behind the podium stood an old man with gray hair and thick black-rimmed glasses.

The old man, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, held a wooden pointer in his hand and flipped through the attendance sheet with a livid face.

This is none other than Yan Keji, a renowned scholar in the film and television industry and a key professor specially appointed by Kede College.

Old Yan is a veteran director from the older generation of Beijing Film Studio. He has won the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards for Best Director and Writer. He is known in the industry for his eccentric and picky temper.

He despises students who are idle and opportunistic, and he especially scorns those superficial short videos and internet celebrities on the internet.

"What did you submit for the prop-less scenario skit assignment I gave you last week?"

Yan Keji slammed his pointer onto the lectern, making a sharp cracking sound.

The students in the audience all shuddered.

"The two people sat on the bench, their mouths constantly moving, but their bodies didn't move at all!"

"The dialogue is as bland as an eighty-year-old woman's foot binding cloth!"

"The camera cuts are a complete mess, the shot-reverse-shot jump cuts are so absurd, viewers will throw up their breakfast after watching two minutes!"

"Are you here to learn directing, or to learn how to be a monkey trainer?!"

Yan Keji was furious, spitting as he spoke.

The class monitor, sitting in the first row, kept his head down, wishing he could bury his entire head in his hoodie pocket.

Just when the entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A soft creak came from the back door.

Wang Ye casually strolled in, one hand in his work pants pocket and the other holding a freshly opened can of iced cola.

With a ripping sound.

The crisp sound of the can being opened was particularly jarring in the quiet classroom.

The eyes of all forty-plus students in the class turned to look at it immediately.

Zhou Xiaomeng's eyes widened, and she frantically winked at Wang Ye, her lips twitching so hard they were about to cramp.

The boys in Class One were sweating profusely and silently lit a candle for Wang Ye in their hearts.

My ancestors!

Everyone knows that if you're even a minute late to Old Master Yan's class, you'll be dragged out and publicly executed on the spot.

This guy not only swaggered in as the bell rang, but he even drank an iced Coke right in front of everyone!

Yan Keji's eyebrows instantly furrowed into a tight knot.

The old man's gaze followed the thick glasses to Wang Ye, and he pointed his pointer sharply.

"stop!"

Wang Ye stopped, swallowed the cola in his mouth, and relaxed.

"Hello, teacher."

Yan Keji sneered and picked up the roster to glance at it.

"You're Wang Ye, the one who took a long leave from military training and skipped class twice in the first week of school?"

"I heard you've been quite the talk of the school these past few days."

Yan Keji slammed the roster on the table, his words dripping with undisguised hostility.

"Young man, you've become arrogant just because you've gained a little fame!"

"I don't care how many fans praise you outside, in my class, you're just a freshman who hasn't even figured out audiovisual language!"

"Directing is a serious art, an industrial system that requires decades of dedicated practice, not the kind of vulgar online farce you guys do with your phones and exaggerated expressions!"

These words, barbed and veiled, directly branded Wang Ye with the shame of being "frivolous and vain."

Several students from Class 2 in the audience wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

Zhao Siyu, a classmate, was so anxious that she quietly tugged at the teaching assistant next to her.

If it were an ordinary freshman, being publicly reprimanded like this by a highly respected and renowned professor would have made him blush with embarrassment, or even beg for forgiveness on the spot.

Wang Ye stood in the middle of the aisle, not even blinking.

He casually placed the Coke can on the empty table beside him, revealing a lazy smile.

"Teacher Yan, I need to correct you on that."

"First, I don't think I'm very capable."

"Secondly, short videos are a channel for dissemination, and so are blockbuster films. Art has no hierarchy; a good work is one that can capture people's hearts."

"If you think I'm not good enough, you can test me on the spot."

"Using seniority to intimidate others is not a good practice in the film industry."

The whole class gasped in shock!

crazy!

Zhou Xiaomeng covered her mouth tightly, almost screaming out in surprise.

Wang Ye actually dared to openly contradict Yan Keji in class!

Back in the day, this old man was someone who dared to point his finger at even the top-tier movie stars and curse them!

Yan Keji was so angry that he trembled all over, and his beard shook violently.

"Great! Excellent!"

"Young people these days really won't learn their lesson until they're faced with dire consequences!"

The old man strode up to the podium, grabbed the red laser pen from the desk, and pressed the remote control switch hard.

The large screen in front of us suddenly lit up.

The scene shows a floor plan of a cramped and dark old-fashioned interrogation room.

An iron table, two iron chairs, a tall window with iron bars, and a narrow, dark corridor.

An extremely tricky spatial layout.

Yan Keji gripped the pointer, his gaze fixed on Wang Ye like a sharp blade.

"Since you've spoken so arrogantly, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself today!"

"This is a key scene from the classic suspense drama 'Censorship'!"

"Scene limitation: Three characters within an extremely small, enclosed space of four by six meters!"

"A suspect burdened with a bloody crime but with extremely strong psychological defenses, a seasoned but short-tempered veteran detective, and a rookie police officer who is wavering in his heart!"

"Dramatic Conflict: A veteran detective must break down a suspect's psychological defenses within five minutes, while the suspect attempts to manipulate the rookie detective's weakness!"

Yan Keji snorted coldly and slammed his pointer on the blackboard.

"Don't give me empty theories!"

"Don't you know how to direct? Don't you think you can be a director?"

"I need you to immediately provide a mise-en-scène design for a long, single-take scene that is at least three minutes long!"

"Requirements: Must include camera movement trajectory, natural shot transitions, stage movement lines for the three characters, and focus control using spatial props!"

"If you can't provide it, pack your things and get out of the directing department today. You can forget about attending any of my classes again!"

As soon as the question was posed, the entire hall fell completely silent.

Several top students from Class Two had their heads down, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

too difficult.

This is not the difficulty of a freshman's assignment at all; this is clearly an extreme long take test at the level of a graduate project from the Central Academy of Drama or Beijing Film Academy!

In a tiny space of four by six meters, three characters with extremely strong emotional conflicts were crammed in, and a long take without cutting the camera was used to complete the dramatic focus shift.

This places extremely high demands on the director's spatial composition skills, use of light and shadow, and control of actors' movements.

The slightest mistake will cause the scene to fall into a rigid stage play confrontation, or the camera position will be completely blocked by the actors' bodies.

Yan Keji crossed his arms and looked at Wang Ye with a cold smile.

……

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